Author's note: for the escapist in us all and when life is full of monkey wrenches, let us all take solace in a bit of fun. Enjoy!
"Oh, Jareth…"
Sarah lay a sated puppet in his arms. His breath wrapped her neck in warmth as her arms twined round his slender torso. Jareth grinned with devilish satisfaction.
"Yes, my love," he said as his lips moved closer to the softness of her throat.
Sarah ran her hand through his hair and decidedly yanked upward, drawing his face aloft to meet her eyes.
"Sometimes, I honestly could kill you," she spoke in an authoritatively playful, deep and sensual tone.
His face scrunched with mischievous joy at having irked and possessed her so completely.
"How fairs my little tropical depression…?" he'd caught her hand and extricated it from his hair with a slight grimace. Now his other wrist sought out the space beneath her nape.
Sarah let a blast of agitated air escape her nostrils at finding herself caught in his grip once more. The Goblin King moved for the kill and stole the jewel of her mouth, relishing as the soft bud opened instinctively at his greedy beckoning. He lingered with his willing yet irascible prey, savoring the hidden motions of her soul.
Sarah sighed as he released her lips with a teasing bite. She couldn't decide if she was ragingly indignant or entirely smitten. His hand still gripped her wrist, thwarting her attempts at vengeful rebellion.
How dare he? She thought with a huff. But it was too late…he'd already run the labyrinth of her heart and won…
His lips took hers once more. As he cupped her mouth in the fullness of his own, Sarah's heart ached. Almost instinctively, Jareth's free hand pressed itself over her burning chest. The warmth of his life force poured deep into her core, dousing the niggling sting of all her cares and worries.